Of course, as parents, we had to take our kids to something like 40 practices of about 2 hours each. We attended 8 games on Saturday mornings over two months. We spent hundreds of dollars on equipment and seemingly even more on gasoline running them all over town.
While we love our kids, football is a bit disruptive to every day lives.
So today was the day that we parents got our revenge.
At a picnic for the Bobcats' families, we played a Bobcats versus Parents game of football.
On the first play we made sure that we parents were on offense so all the Bobcats would gather on the line. Each kid lined up across from their parent.
We had a surprise in store for the Bobcats.
Here we are on that first play. You can see Bretty to the left and me to the right...
If you look at the right side of the picture above, you'll see the Bobcats coach (the guy in the black cap) jumping offsides! He had already pulled our surprise out of his pocket.
On "set," each of the parents pulled a can of silly string out of their pocket and began to attack their child...
We covered our boys in this stuff...
So Bretty couldn't decide whether he wants to line up in front of me again. Who knows what we were going to do on the second play...
But he got back into the game like the rest of us...
And so ends the Bobcats season. Coach Kevin said at the beginning of the season that if they have a winning year they'll get big trophies instead of small ones. So here are the big ones...
And his plaque is already hanging on the wall...
And Cari received one herself for serving as the "Team Mom."
Team Mom. Because having 6 kids of your own isn't enough for my wife.
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